Both of my hands were full of her ass cheeks as I sucked her long, pointed tongue, which had so very recently been buried in my wife's fuckhole and as...shole.When we came up for air I glanced over at Debbie, who was sitting in a desk chair, legs spread wide, fingering her cunt. Debbie was just oh so slightly "full figured", with great legs, a smooth bubble butt, and over-sized, firm tits, all wrapped up in skin that was naturally dark, reflecting her Mediterranean heritage. One of her hands held. "I've got a little bit more Nair," said Steph. "You could use it on your balls." Next thing I knew, Steph was squeezing Nair into my hand and I was carefully rubbing the tingly stuff on my testicles. Kim was kneeling down watching intently. Steph announced she had to pee, and sat down on the toilet. I must confess I glanced up to watch her wipe. She tore off a large wad of toilet paper, and completely covered her pussy with it. She stood up as she wiped, and I wasn't able to get even a hint of. I told her about all that was said about their abuse at the hands of their own mother and the evidence of it that I had witnessed. While I was telling that Katy moved in between Natty and Suzie who were sitting together on the bottom of a chaise and put an arm around each of them. They both leaned into her shoulders and started crying.At that point I stopped and went over and knelt in front of them and we all cried with them. I think it was a healing and bonding experience. Katy, still crying,. Or the alternative is I don't care, and remain in 1997.Today I picked out a teal plaid skirt. I paired that with a black long-sleeved top and pantyhose. I could tell it was a little chilly outsidetoday. I shivered in the t-shirt and shorts I wore to bed. I suppose it'sOctober now. I shut my open window, and continued to get ready forschool.* * *I sat down at the kitchen table with my breakfast. I found some OatmealSwirlers in the pantry. I haven't had this in forever. I squeezed thejelly packet.